Anonymous said: Hey ! Can you do a BTS reaction where their s/o tell them how much they love them and how grateful for what the boys do for them and everything ? (I’m in the mood for something cute today lol) I really love your blog by the way, I love how you write your reaction 😊

When you told him how grateful you are for him, Jin would actually become mush. He would try so hard not to cry and he’d just want to hug you forever and smother you with his love. He’d make sure you to kiss your cheek tell you sweet nothingseverythings.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what the future holds. I love you so much Jagiya.”

As he listened to your words, he would slowly start to smile and by the time you finished talking, his gummy smile would be stamped on his face. Yoongi isn’t one for too much PDA but he still like when you do these things. He would melt instantly and wouldn’t be able to stop smiling as he hugged you.

He’d be so happy and giggy!! Hobi would engulf you in a big hug and shower you with kisses before telling you how much he loves and adores you for everything you do. He is a big lover so he lives for moments like these.

“Ahh!! I love you too!! I love you so much! I don’t know what I’d do without you!”

Joonie would fanboy so hard! He would squeal and hug you way too tight. You were his world and he loved how cute you’d be when you got into these fluffy moods that he just had to cuddle you forever. Like, bitch you better get comfy okAy¿

Chimchim would be so soft for you affection! He would smile so big and keep saying how much he cared for you. Everything you said he had to 1up you with his love. He wouldn’t be able to stop kissing your lips and holding you close to him bc he just adored you so much.

While affection pooled from your mouth, Tae would grow increasingly flustered. He’d be a smiling mess but he knew exactly what he wanted to say to you. He’d start off by saying how he doesn’t deserve you but he’s glad he has you. It’d end with kisses and maybe a tear or two bc he just loves you so much.

Kookie would actually start crying. He probably had a bad day and really need this so when you told him how much you appreciate him and everything he does. he’d breakdown and just hug you. He didn’t say anything but you knew what he was thinking; All the times you were there for him when he felt alone or anything. You knew how much he cared for you.

I find it pretty sad at the comments about Michonne on the FB Walking Dead show for tomorrow's show. People calling her ugly, do you think this purely out dislike for the Richonne pairing, or the fact that she is dark skin black woman. I get everyone has different taste and everyone does not have to like Richonne. But why all the hate against the actress that plays her..I do not see any other actress in this show that is criticized the most because of her looks

It is disgusting and sad and there should be no place in fandom for racism. Make no mistake, it is because Danai is a dark skinned Black woman playing the character with whom the White male lead protagonist is in love with.

I’ve been stanning Michonne for the longest time. The hate against her, and DG, is nothing new. Certain fans were happy so long as Michonne was seen as an emotionally stunted zombie killing machine. As soon as they saw what we Richonne shippers saw (and trust me, they fucking saw it) and that Michonne and Rick shared a different relationship to the others in TF, then the hate started.

Michonne was cool when there was no possibility of her being paired romantically with their White favourite. She was okay when she was just seen as a weapon with a weapon, devoid of love and being loved.

When Richonne as a ship gained traction because of how the writing was bringing them closer together, the racists showed up. Now, it is true that NOT shipping Richonne does not make a person racist, but when they can’t give a reason as to WHY the pairing makes them ‘uncomfortable’ we know what type of shitty person we are dealing with. When they say Michonne, a beautiful dark skinned Black woman, is not attractive enough for, and let’s be real here, an average White man like Rick, you know what kind of people you’re dealing with. And you have to deal with it in a way that is good for you. There will be people in fandom who will say ignore them; there will be others who will help you drag them. You respond how YOU want to.

The fact that racists feel comfortable spewing their hate in public forums is sickening. And any awful comments made about Michonne and her appearance are about Danai as well. When the character is receiving hate based on how they look, that is hate against the actor too and it is unacceptable.

My advice? Ignoring fandom racism does not make it go away. We as fans need to call it out when we see it. Report the people making the comments; do what you can (and what you are comfortable with). Ultimately, FB is trash and I advise, for your own mental health, that you take a break from there. Leave comments of support and love for Danai, Michonne and Richonne and then come back here where you can celebrate our OTP in peace.

Take care, Dear Anon. Come and join in the Richonne Positivity here. Go and tweet some love for Danai, Michonne and Richonne. Tell me what you love about our OTP. And remember, Richonne is canon and nothing, no matter how disgusting, these racist pieces of shit say is going to change that.

Thanks!

P.S. I am patiently waiting for those anti-Richonners who claimed to care about Michonne too much, which is why they don’t ship Richonne. Where are they when she and DG need defending? Right. They’re too busy with fake (and real) FB accounts calling Michonne and DG horrible names. Fuck. Them.

“And then I picked up your coffee by mistake. I was completely distracted. For some reason, I thought it was mine,” you said, apologetic. God, where was your head today? Not here on planet Earth, apparently.

“I don’t care,” the stranger in the fancy suit said with nothing but annoyance. “All I want is an apology.”

Well, okay. You were sure you had made it clear, but whatever. “Yeah, I’m really sorry.”

The man scoffed, “Next time try to say it like you mean it.”

What? God, it’s not like you had tried to kill him or something. You had barely touched his cup. Dramatic much?

“Hey, man, no need to be a jerk,” the guy in line behind you intervened. He was wearing no suit, kind of looked like a lumberjack, a hot lumberjack from a model catalog, but he clearly had some manners. “The lady said she was sorry.”

“You mind your own business. No one has spoken to you.”

“Oh, should I apologize too?” The guy asked, not hiding his sarcasm, and making a smile crack your lips.

“Unbelievable,” the man in the suit muttered and, coffee in hand, he walked out of the shop.

“Unbelievable is right. What a jerk.”

You chuckled, “For real. Thank you for stepping in.”

“Hey, don’t mention it. That guy needs some serious lessons in communication before going out in public.”

As he talked, you grabbed the remaining cup of coffee and frowned at it. “Yeah, and he also needs a pair of glasses, cause he took my coffee. This one is his,” you said with a sigh.

“You too,” he said, smiling back, and making you regret your answer right there and then. What if he was the one and you were walking away from him? Maybe if he was you would meet him again, though, right? Really wishing for that, you rushed outside and walked to your car.

You took just a sip of coffee before opening the car door, hoping the fancy guy had at least a decent taste.

And, apparently not. That coffee was as bitter as him. Ugh.

You threw the coffee in the near trash can, then slid behind the wheel and headed to work.

—

That afternoon, on your way back home, a symbol popped up on your dash, bright red. The car needed oil, stat, so you stopped at the first garage you saw and walked inside.

An old man was talking to another customer, but soon enough he was giving you his attention, “Need help with something, miss?”

“Just an oil change. My car is outside.”

He nodded at you, then called out a “Dean! An oil change for the miss.”

Dean? Could it be the same Dean from this morning? You felt your heart speed up in anticipation.

And then… It was him. The same guy, walking towards you, a smile on his lips as soon as he recognized you. “Hey, I was wondering if I was gonna see you again.”

Well, your heart wasn’t gonna calm down now, but you embraced that feeling, the same one you had felt around your first crush, years ago.

Who knew, maybe he was the one after all. You certainly hoped so.

In the meantime, across the street, a guy was taking off his fancy suit and giving it to a homeless person. So what if he had to wear uncomfortable human clothes and be a jerk to do his job? The results were the only thing that mattered. Best Cupid in the world, or what?

‘There was a little girl standing before him. Her black hair was done in a plait, with a small fringe falling in her familiar brown eyes. She was grinning at him, showing a long row of white teeth, though she was missing two in the top center.’

The appearance of an unknown child at Yu-Topia, leads to a stunning revelation.

Yuuri wakes up in Detroit after going to bed under heavy stress and emotional turmoil due to Victor’s declining mental health. Things are different. He’s dreaming obviously. And in dreams, people can do what they want.

So Yuuri decides to do what he wants. If only he could have accepted this new reality. Then the realization wouldn’t hurt so much later on. But ignorance keeps the pain of reality away.

The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game. In fifteen years, his dream is realized. Little does he know that Victor’s attention has been caught by the very game he unknowingly inspired. So ensues the cutest meeting ever and the relationship that follows.

Yuuri is a hot dancer and a dedicated fasionista. He doesn’t care what the haters have to say on the matter, he knows it and his subscribers know it. Shockingly, Victor Nikiforov seems to think so as well. And when Victor’s attention is focused on Yuuri, life begins to take an interesting twist.

I know this is gonna be way different from what I usually post, but hear me out.

If you don’t know me, hi. You can call me Tyler or Ty. I’m mostly a Tythan blog with some things not relating to Tythan here and there. I’ve wanted to rant about this for awhile, but I never saw a reason to, so now is the perfect time.

Lately, we’ve been able to see that both Ethan and Tyler are uncomfortable with all the NSFW Tythan stuff that they see. Ethan stated that he’s fine with fan fiction and fan art, but what he isn’t okay with is smutty fan fiction and drawings of him and Tyler having sex.

I don’t care who you are, but do me a favor and don’t post NSFW where the boys can see it. We don’t want to take this ship too far and have it end up like Septiplier. All of us are trying to have fun here. If the ship turns out to be real, awesome. If not, they still have an amazing friendship that I don’t want anyone to ruin. Please do your best to keep shipping posts out of the main tags.

Now, I’m not saying that you should stop shipping them. They still stand as my OTP. I’m just saying that you should be careful as to what you post about them.

“You.” She pointed directly at the undeniably cute but lanky one of the two, before realizing that was just a little abrasive by the look of confusion on the two boys faces. “Sorry.” She apologized without looking like she meant it much. “I just really need your help.”

Lydia didn’t know what she expected, but she was still annoyed. The reason she always came to this tiny bookstore was because it was quiet and mostly empty, especially on a rainy day like today. However, that was her very problem now, eyeing the fourth volume of the latin book series she was reading at the very top of the shelf. And she needed that book. And was a good several inches above her. Unfortunately for her, it was untouched up there (where all the other books no one else but geniuses like her buy reside as well), and she barely reached 5’3”. She also cursed herself for wearing flats today, like her heels would help that much. (The clerk wouldn’t be much help either, a brunette girl who barely hit 5’5”).

Alex doesn’t kneel when she proposes. She plans to, she plans the whole thing, it just doesn’t quite work out that way.

She buys a ring, not on a whim, exactly, but there’s a huge sale at a jewelry store, and she just means to look, but the ring is perfect, and it’s such a good deal, and so she buys it. She hides it in the lockbox where she keeps her gun at night.

She gets the ring, and then she starts planning how she’ll propose. A fancy restaurant for dinner, of course, and then they’ll go for a ride, because Maggie loves riding through the desert under the stars. Alex will tell Maggie how much she means to her and she’ll get down on one knee and Maggie will smile, Alex knows she will, and she’ll say yes.

It’s more than a month after Alex buys the ring that she finally makes reservations, for a Friday night, at Maggie’s favorite restaurant. She calls Maggie’s dad on Wednesday. She’s not asking for permission, but she knows Maggie’s family well enough by now to know checking in is a good idea. Maggie’s dad welcomes Alex to the family.

Thursday morning, Maggie is making her breakfast, is in the kitchen in a pair of Alex’s boxers and a tank top, and she’s humming something so off tune Alex can’t hope to identify it. Alex is on a stool at the kitchen island and as Maggie is putting the plate in front of her, Alex says, “Marry me.”

The plate clatters against the counter. Alex swallows.

“I want to marry you, Maggie,” Alex says. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” She reaches out and catches Maggie’s hand. “I meant to do this better. I planned it all out, babe, but I talked to your dad last night and I couldn’t wait.”

Maggie’s eyes are wide. “You talked to my dad?”

“Just to let him know,” she says. “Obviously you’re the only one whose answer I need.”

Maggie stares at her, and Alex’s heart is racing, even though she knows, she knows Maggie is going to say—

“Yes,” Maggie says, her face splitting wide in a grin. “Baby. Yes.”

Alex tugs on her hand, pulls her around the island, and they kiss so hard their teeth clink together.

“You don’t have to see the ring?” Alex says.

“Alex,” Maggie laughs. “I don’t care what the ring looks like. I don’t care if you have a ring.”

“I do, though,” Alex says. “I had it all planned out. You were gonna love it.”

Maggie kisses her again, soft this time. “I love it anyway,” she says.

Be careful what you wish for, my friend, because I've got time and an internet connection. Bill/Laura meet in a vet's waiting room.

She smiles wryly as she takes a seat in the plastic chair beside him. “Billy stole a plate of dark chocolate brownies,” she says, gesturing at the cream-colored French Bulldog on her lap with the sheepish expression on his face. “What did your cat do?”

It takes him a moment to make the connection. “Oh, Anastasia’s fine,” he says, glancing at the little face peering up at him from the cat carrier on the floor. “Just a routine physical.”

“I don’t know what to say. I feel like I can’t breathe. I don’t even think about you. I mean, I do, all the time, because you’re there. And you’re here… and you make everything okay. You always do. No matter what. I mean I must be…. Because you’re always right. I can’t believe this. I think I’m in love with you too. I really do.”

I read the end of your book. The person that you made, the guy that rides up on the motorcycle and says exactly how he feels and what he wants even when it’s complicated. That’s the guy I want to be! And I’m here to say that I don’t care how hard it is…it’s what I want.

Beth didn’t want Chris to met her parents. Not because she was ashamed of them or something but because she knew her mom and Chris would not like each other. And she was right.

Yet, Chris is the most patient person Beth has ever known and she is amazed of how polite, kind and actually honestly nice he can be to her mom, even when she is always voicing her bad opinions on their work (especially Beth’s) and the fact that they lived together for more than two years before getting married, and they didn’t have plans of having children. She finally stopped being so… annoying when, during a visit,Chris asked her to stop. No one knows this (but Beth is sure Chris has something to do with her mom’s unexpected silence).

In the other hand, her dad is so nice and he likes Chris so much, Beth loves to watch them do little things like Chris helping him with little somethings in the house, talking about sports, Beck’s time in the Air Forces (Beth is almost sure her dad prefers to tell everyone her astronaut daughter is with ‘a Captain of the Air Forces’ than ‘another astronaut’, for some reason), hOW AMAZING BETH IS DON’T YOU THINK?

Chris adores Beth’s dad. His own father died when he was still very young and he felt responsable for his mom and sister, so talking to the old man makes him feel warm and at home when Beth sits with them to drink coffee and laugh about some old tale of her father’s young years or Chris’ time in the AF.

Once they got engaged, Beth’s mom became very interested in them and she calls every week to ask if she can help with something. Since they know this is a big deal for her, they make her do everything wedding related with them. In fact, this makes Beth closer to her mom and it amazes her how much fun she can have with her mother doing the things she always dreamed for her daughter while she just have to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

Her wedding dress was a gift from Beck’s mother since she pay for it, Beth got to choose it and she ended letting her mom do it herself, they just used the money to get her the material she needed. When Beth saw her dress, she understood her mom accepted her as she was and did not actually care what her job is as long as she is happy. The veil is a transparent and long base full of stars and the details of the dress has stars too.

Both, mom and dad, has decided to spoil the hell out of their son. And when Beth ask them why they never say anything to the kid when she/he is being too loud or too spoiled, they answer the same: “You two are here to educated your son, we are here to spoil said child”.

Eren and Mikasa didn’t even interact in this chapter??!

I thought I would put it on a separate post because I know that’s not the only insecure and disappointed eremika shipper out there :)

First, I totally understand your worry! :)And I would have agreed with you If I didn’t see how things happened in this chapter and their context !

Eren and Mikasa didn’t interact for months .

TRUE . Only it’s because Eren has been kidnapped for all these months!(and I have to remind you that it’s not “actual months” it’s just few days, the monthly release of the manga can reallydeceive us sometimes huh :D)

Tbh I can’t understand feeling insecure about Mikasa not showing feelings to Eren. If I remember well, the chapter where they did experiments to Eren, Mikasa was constantly by his side, even disobeying orders to retrieve him from the titan which was necessary that time because Hanji might exaggerate sometimes! She wasn’t afraid to retort on levi to defend Eren, and honestly she has been lifeless this whole time Eren wasn’t around, I’m sure her deep concern for Eren is still just the same!

Tbh, the question I ask myself the most is: Does Oda know ZOSAN exists and what's his opinion about it? .... Maybe it's his OTP?

Believe me, he’s the most mysterious mangaka in this world lol you can’t and will never have a chance to guess it right about what he’s thinking of.

But in commercial way, I guess in a very very very high percent that he knows. Oda knows about the existence of ZoSan (aka Zoro x Sanji or even Sanji x Zoro or just the higher level of relationship between these two more than just friends which made up by fans).

He would not know it by himself like kinda shipping things (He’s not a SA/YA mangaka, don’t daydream about Oda get ZoSan in boylove ship), but his secretaries work in his sponsor side/commercial companies will mention him. They might tell him, not just about ZoSan but about other ships too, other things that come from One Piece’s fans. Because, manga isn’t just a masterpiece combine with artwork and writing, it’s futher an industry in Japan. But I don’t think Oda will ship ZoSan or in some purposes drawing out their interaction in manga for us fans, like kinda fan services. He’s not that type, he just makes everything perfect for One Piece - an adventure shounen Manga. He just know about the existence, that’s all.

If you’re telling me about ‘just friend’ of best friend, friendship between Zoro and Sanji when you call out ZoSan in your ask, then I think Oda, he more than just knows about it. He created it. (so that everytime people tell me that Zoro and Sanji hate each other and I’m kinda ‘wait whut, whut did ya say? did you really read the one piece?’)
He perfectly created them, put them in the very strong bond of best friends and rivals in which they fight to understand each other. Their relationship had been showed out very clearly through the Little Garden Arc, metaphorically hidden in the story between two Giant Warriors Dorry and Brogy.

They fought a lot but then gave the very great honor to each other through each day, each moment they had - to the edge of wanting to die under each other hands if they have to, not under any other opponents. OR to die for each others.

I don’t know how strong Oda thinks about the friendship of ZoSan or how strong he wants to show them to us, which level, which depth, but I’m sure know through many canon details, he wants to show us fans a very very simple but important thing - Zoro and Sanji are not hating each other. Beside in volume 2 of One Piece, Oda did said that he was inspired very much, ever since he was a young boy with a book named Vicke Viking which affected much to the One Piece he created, and what we got here is:

fine, Oda.

very fine.

the way of caring for each others. deeply.

The ending of Thriller Bark is so ton of explosion ZoSan feel so I won’t mention it again here.

I just love how Oda did, I really does. And in my subjectively personal opinion I would say they are a pair, Oda created them a pair. No matter that word ‘pair’ is come from ‘One True Pairing’ (aka OTP) or not. Just read as much SBS as you can and you can get me right when I’m telling that Oda created Zoro and Sanji as a pair like how he love to answer the question about his pair. OMG he even gave out a little time to count how many times of his pair calling each other by name or nicknames

Beside (again) after the new cover of volume 78 of One Piece was informed I got a thought that may be Oda got his fetish in putting Green and Yellow as a pair of whatever (I don’t even know, just a pair okay?)